I hereby acknowledge that the work of fiction presented here is for my own personal amusement and entertainment purposes alone. I hereby also acknowledge that while this story is mostly based on Kishimoto Masashi's "Naruto", crossover elements from other fictitious sources also exist, which will be named as they arise. Thus, I acknowledge that the original story concept and ideas, while heavily altered for the sake of the crossover, are copyright of all its associates.

For non up-to-date readers, this fiction will contain spoilers up to the latest Naruto manga chapters.

With that said, enjoy.

"All Kill Landing Edge"

- Chapter One -

"Schneekristall"

German – "Snow Crystal"

"This is some excellent green tea."

The green-haired receptionist gave herself another pause as she raised the teacup over her head and examined the pottery from underneath.

"And this cup." She mumbled. "Is this an Ogata Zanken? Where the heck did you get this?"

"It was a gift from my husband, from my birthday two years ago." The nurse replied, calmly sipping her share of the hot liquid in the chilly break room. The coal stove in the leftmost corner did well to warm up the room in this cold, bitter January climate that encompassed the hospital, but not enough. The better stoves were reserved for the patients, so the staff had to deal with this ancient relic. Drinking something warm was the best way to pass the time during what little time they had left in their breaks in this busy building. "I didn't ask where he got it from."

"Probably just as well." The receptionist agreed with a chuckle, putting down the cup and glancing over her shoulder as she did so. "How about you pour yourself a cup too, newbie?" She called out outside the door. "Put down the pen already and take your break!"

The reply from the reception desk located directly outside came in quick, prompt matter. "If you don't mind, senpai, it's just a few more pages!"

"For the love of..." She shook her head as she turned back towards the nurse. "Was I that serious about my job when I was her age?"

"Hard to picture. But I must say," The nurse smiled. "Eagerness is always welcome in this workplace."

The receptionist sighed. "I know what you mean. Ten years in this hole and I've never really felt better about myself." She shrugged. "But hey, it pays well and I can have an okay life. But sometimes, you know, there are times when I've hit with this... what do you call it, overwhelming sympathy? Positivity is hard to maintain here, you know?"

The sun had already disappeared beyond the western horizon outside the window of the break room. The receptionist had just come off a fourteen-hour shift, and they had been atrocious ones. She was forced to concede that without her younger counterpart's energy and intensity at applying herself at the job, her day would've been much, much worse.

"All is not terrible with the world." The nurse offered, probably sensing her somber mood. "Have you heard about the patient on the fifth floor?"

"Have I heard about it?" She snorted. "It was all over the hospital yesterday. I mean, that neurosurgeon in charge of her – you know, that stoner-face? The one that never cracks jokes, with that holier-than-thou attitude?" When the reception saw the nurse nodding at her words, she continued. "Was the first time I've ever seen him like that, panicky and all."

"But she recovered. Isn't that at least some good news?"

The receptionist raised an eyebrow, opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind and instead shook her head. "That's not all to it, though. I guess you didn't know about it because you weren't in yesterday."

"Hm? What are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say." She leaned forward. "Is that that's not all there is to it to the story. You know what she tried to do when she woke up from the coma? Get this – she tried to pluck her eyes out."

The nurse looked at her in surprise. "Wha... is that true?"

"They clamped that tidbit of info pretty damn fast." The receptionist said firmly. "But yeps, it's true. I heard it directly from the neurosurgeon's assistant, right from the source. Tried to claw out her sockets when she thought the doctors wasn't looking. Quite the story, wouldn't you say?"

"Wait, but she was in a coma for two years. She was bedridden the whole time. Where'd she get the strength?"

"I guess you don't know much about her, huh?" The receptionist sighed as she glanced up at the lights above the ceiling, as if she was trying to look at the room where the rumored patient still resided. "She has the backing of one of the clans, so she got special treatment. They've been giving her rehabilitation massages so her joints won't go stiff. Still, that stuff ain't perfect. Apparently her attempt at blinding herself failed because some stiffness still existed and she couldn't move herself like she wanted to."

"But still, being able to move that much is still amazing." The nurse pointed out. "Being bedridden for an extended period of time drains the strength of a person faster than you might think. Two years would be enough time to render anyone into not functioning properly."

"Probably the reason why doctors couldn't stop the attempt. It caught them totally by surprise, after all."

"How much damage did she do to herself?"

The receptionist scratched her head at the question. "...I'm no good with the technical stuff. What's the term for bleeding underneath the eyes?"

"Subconjunctival Hemorrhage?" The nurse offered.

She clasped her hands together. "Bingo. Right, that's what they called it. Ruptured some vessels, but the neuro's assistant said it'd heal naturally in due time so she'll be fine in the end. Got bandages wrapped around her eyes for now, though."

"I see." The nurse sighed and after a while, she spoke again. "Did they say what they were going to do with her?"

"They were saying that they need to make sure her mental state is stable before they try anything with her, so for now she's in the isolation ward. No contact outside till they're positive she's all right again." The receptionist said grimly, leaning back in the sofa as she stared right back up the ceiling. "The girl isn't going to be happy."

"No doubt." The nurse agreed. "Poor girl. After all she's gone through, not even being able to see her parents. After two whole years..."

"Hm? Oh." The receptionist was quick to pick up on how she might've come out wrong. "Yeah, true. But when I said the girl isn't going to be happy, I wasn't talking about her. I was referring to the girl that comes to visit her."

"Oh, you mean, the little girl that comes to visit her every Thursday?"

"Yeps. Every week, ever since she was carried in. Oh, and remember how I told you that the patient has the backing of one of the clans? It's her clan that..."

She was interrupted mid-speech when her counterpart knocked on the door of the break room and walked herself in. "Senpai. There's someone here to see you."

"At this hour?" The receptionist asked as she lifted herself off the sofa. It was nearing eleven. "Who could it possibly be-"

She stopped herself again when she took one glance at the small figure just outside the counter of the reception desk. Blonde hair, purple jacket, the figure – a little girl, just barely ten years old, she was breathing heavily, red cheeks bright from the cold, panting, dusting off the flecks of snow on the shoulder of her coat that had been piling slowly outside and in of Konoha. She was regular figure in this hospital, for two whole years. She looked as if she tried to get here as fast as she could.

Today was Tuesday, so it wasn't one of her regularly scheduled visits – but frankly it wasn't unexpected. In fact, the receptionist could say she was surprised that the girl didn't show up yesterday when the patient had woken up. There wasn't anyone else in the entire world other than the patient's parents that cared so deeply about the patient's well being – and given the frequency of the visits, perhaps even more – so the delay could have meant only one thing.

The news of the patient awakening was deliberately delayed.

Rubbing her forehead to ease the incoming headache she would no doubt be having upon realizing the implications, the receptionist approached the girl and gave her a friendly wave.

"Yamanaka Ino-san. Here to see Haruno Sakura-chan, perhaps?"

"All Kill Landing Edge"

- Chapter One -

-END-

Author's Notes:

For those new to the story, welcome. For those who remember me from my previous works... five years. Been a long time.

After many ups and downs, my love-hate relationship with "Naruto" has reached a point where I finally found the motivation to write again. The problem, however, is because I like to stick to canon as much as possible, my motivation to continue the "Garden of Sanctuary" series, my previous work, has been shot to hell and will henceforth be abandoned. For anyone who has waited for its revival, I'm terribly, terribly sorry. There was of course the option to rewrite the story from scratch, but after rereading the canon Naruto storyline I've come to the realization that the plot outline I had lined up for the "Garden of Sanctuary" series was no longer going to work and would be a totally different story. My motivation to continue the piece just was no longer there.

So, after brewing a few plot bunnies here and there, I've decided to write a new story altogether. Thus I present to you "All Kill Landing Edge."

This first chapter is relatively short, and it's not much, but do expect the trend to continue. One of the my previous faults with the "Garden of Sanctuary" series was each chapter was quite long, and because of that it took a very long time for a chapter to come out, pretty much forcing the readers to reread the entire story to keep up with what was going on. So, with shorter chapters come more frequent updates. At least, that's the plan.

Hopefully you guys will stick with me to the end this time.

Thanks for reading!

- Nes Mikel

All Kill Landing Edge, Chapter One "Schneekristall", First Edition: February 17th, 2013, Last Edit: February 24th, 2013

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